Who farts in an airplane?!?!

We are back from Massachusetts, and hoo nelly was it a trip.

Let’s start with the reason for the trip: the bone marrow harvest.  So, Wednesday marrow-aspiration-croppedmorning at 0900 they stuck me with a needle and sucked out 100ml of bone marrow.

But let’s talk about how we got there!

First of all, our brother-in-law gave us a ride to the airport, as well Mel’s sister and kids came to watch our kids while we were out.  Cousin Time!  And the drive in was very easy, very fast… poor Joey, as soon as he dropped us off the skies opened and massive thunderstorms hit.  Providentially, he was ok.  Our flight wasn’t delayed, either, which was good because we needed to get to UMass to get one more blood sample for HIV before the harvest in the AM.  More on this later.

In the plane, right as we are taxiing to the runway…. like 3 SBDs (silent but deadly) from (probably) right in front of us!  And they were TERRIBLE.  So bad in fact that it became the title of this post.  Who DOES that?  Look, I have ALS, and I don’t fart on planes.  Let that be a good mile marker for what you do and don’t do on planes!

IMG_3106The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful.  A delay at the rental car counter.  Loud talkers on the plane.  Traffic coming out of Boston… All normal, and we got to UMass right at 730pm like I thought we would.  And the blood was drawn, no problemo.

Then we went to the hotel.  Well, we stopped and grabbed McD’s before getting there but we went to the hotel.  Now, we have been trying to not spend a ton of money on our trips.  So, when I booked everything later than normal, I was still looking for a deal so I found one sort of nearby the hospital, and it didn’t seem terrible from online.  The Quality Inn, it’s a chain, it couldn’t be terrible, right?

Quality Inn


Ok, this should have been enough warning



Well, I’ve stayed in worse hotels, but not by much.  By like, a coffee pot in the room.  We rolled into the clerk talking about her “bitches”, a family in the lobby in fuzzy slippers, a funny odor in the air.  Basically, in person, it looked nothing like the interwebs.  Mel, poor  Mel, was such a trooper and we checked in, were upgraded to a suite with a kitchen, coffee pot, two TVs… in a room with a drop ceiling and visible grime/dirt.  I felt so bad.  I had chosen the hotel, I was late with booking, this was al my fault.  And Mel was visibly shaken by the whole thing.  Poor Mel.  At this point, I started looking at other hotels, and from a request from Mel to go somewhere else, I found a different place.  I’m no hero, I got us into that mess and had to pay to get us out!

When we checked out, 20 mins after we checked in, we let the clerk know that we were going to stay a little closer to the hospital.  I’m fairly sure we may have been closer in the new hotel?  Maybe?  Then we got the heck outta there.

Anyway, we went back to the area we stayed in the week before and found a Marriot linked hotel.  It will be the hotel Mel stays at for any other overnights we have – she earned it!  To paraphrase Mel, luckily I got the HIV test before we went to that first hotel!IMG_3102IMG_3101IMG_3100IMG_3096

The next day was fairly easy, actually- we met Diane and Catherine in the waiting room, went up and got signed in (and I feel guilty for not proudly saying ‘Catholic’ when the check-in lady was saying they ask everyone that but it’s not required), and went back to the pre-op room.IMG_3095img_3092.jpgIMG_3093IMG_3094

I really liked the Nurse Maura, the anesthesiologists, the doctors, everyone was awesome.  But what I really liked was the “Johnny”, the backless hospital gown.  it’s never out of style.  (end sarcasm.)

Fast forward, they used my PICC line, got me on the table, I was out like a light and woke up at 1120ish.  And then nurse Maureen took care of me (she was so nice!) and I met the head of the Study Dr Brown.  Maureen told me no driving or alcohol for 24 hours… but then didn’t hear anything when I said I wanted a beer!  She was awesome, I have a special place for her, and she got a hug as I left.

Post op
There goes my bone marrow!


Then we hit Volturnos for a delicious Italian sandwich and beer :). Then, off to the airport where I also made up for no coffee by having 2 espressos and a coke!

Also, American Airlines doesn’t board people with disabilities first, as JetBlue does.  Fun fact.

Then there was a dude in the women’s restroom.  And the flight attendant couldn’t understand me.  And Joey picked us up back in DC when the traffic was stopped because of the Wilson Bridge closure.

And all I am is bruised, not broken.  Well, and tired.   But now in July for the spinal tap and hopefully the drug, not placebo!

And who farts in a plane??????  I mean REALLY!?


6 thoughts on “Who farts in an airplane?!?!”

  1. I could say so much more, but your title got me! My trip to Phoenix on the way the same thing happened to me. Potent and deadly all through the flight, teen boy in front of me. I think it was in his sleep, but still! I had to put something under my nose and breathe through fabric to bear it!


    1. There was a Ben’s Chili Bowl at Reagan Airport, so that could explain how things got out of hand on the plane. They also put their seat alllll the way back. I love flying! 🙂


  2. I can just hear Mel “luckily I got the HIV test before we went to that first hotel!” Great post Joe! Love your sense of humor throughout this!!


    1. I felt like a total diva but I honestly didn’t feel safe there and then couldn’t stop thinking about bed bugs. I knew I wouldn’t sleep at all just worrying about how gross the hotel was–the pictures don’t look so bad, but add in the noises and smells and stickiness and it was bad. So I thought, “I’m an adult, I don’t have to stay here!” Joe more than made up for it. And hey, he got to write about it in his blog. 🙂


  3. Oh my goodness. What a trip! The pictures even smell bad. You poor things. I think I would MOST definitely prefer the second hotel. And our prayers are in that Igloo going to the “city of hope”!


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